I just found out last night that the Easter dinner I was going to host for me, Rob, my dad, my grandma, and my sister has swelled to include my sister's rebound guy, my aunt, my uncle, my cousin, my other cousin, and my other cousin's girlfriend.

I don't have chairs for all these people. And now I REALLY have to clean. And the drugs are kicking my ass so bad, I don't have nearly as many spoons as I need.

I spent several spoons on cleaning the bathroom and unloading and reloading the dishwasher. Also, I applied online for three jobs. Tomorrow I see the career counselor and we talk about new searching strategies, because this isn't working.

"I love elle because we sat in A bathtub drunk off our asses together on her birthday.""I love Elle, because we can just drive around in the snow (I'm getting better at it) and talk about singing.""I love Elle because it's a magazine for women who love the latest styles in, well, everything." *grumbleIAMNOTAMAGAZINE*

You know I love you, but you are so not her type. She's 8 years younger than me, and very focused on religion, marriage and babies. Out of the three of us, I'm the only one who's non-baby-oriented, and increasingly non-organized-religion-oriented.